Captain Maalouf chuckled. “Sanctions? And what of the limpet mine attached to the hull of my ship?”
Captain Oslov looked up at him from below a raised eyebrow. “Incentive.”
“I’m not aware of the CTF permitting the use of mines near a relay point, Captain. Are you sure this is a sanctioned operation.”
Captain Oslov shrugged. “You may, of course, take any grievances to the Council—”
“Should I survive this encounter…” Another shrug was all the response Oslov was willing to give. “You say this is by order of the CTF—I don’t suppose you’re willing to let us wait for verification of your permit for seizure?”
“A formal request for authentication is, of course, your right, but we will take possession of your cargo.”
“Or you’ll blow us to bits.”
“I’m glad we understand each other, Captain Maalouf.”
Maalouf shifted in his chair. “Not quite, Captain—this cargo…there seems to be a misunderstanding. We carry no cargo.”
“You’re carrying an illegal weapon, Captain. We want the girl.”
Chapter 11
Hostile Takeover
Captain Maalouf handed the data-pad to Kimura’s Deputy CEO. On it was a copy of the permit for seizure of the cargo.
“This is ridiculous,” Shinji said, tossing the pad back across the table in the captain’s ready-room. “It’s a fake.”
The captain nodded. “There’s no way to be sure, but I would tend to agree.”
“Have you transmitted a copy of this to my mother?”
“Yes, but the transmission won’t get to Aquarii for hours; we’ll have to wait just as long to receive a reply.”
Shinji sighed tiredly. “And how long has the esteemed captain given us to comply?”
“Twenty minutes. That gives us another twelve minutes to either respond—or come up with a plan.”
“And there’s nothing you can do about the mine?”
“We’ve analyzed it. Any tampering will result in our demise, I have no doubt. Even our scans seem to make it twitchy.”
“And our forces on Aquarii?”
“We’ve monitored several ships heading this way, but any help is days away—which explains Oslov’s desire for a hasty resolution.”
Shinji pounded his fist on the table. “I don’t believe it. Someone’s already tried to take the girls once. This is just a trick to get us to hand her over.”
Captain Maalouf studied his passenger closely. Although he was in command, he knew that Shinji could still override any action he might take. He chose his words carefully. “I believe you, but it doesn’t change the fact that we have a high-explosive limpet mine attached to our hull. Any action we take will result in the destruction of this ship. You may refuse to hand her over, sir, but my first responsibility is to this ship—”
“Your first responsibility is to me,” Shinji spat.
The captain sat back, his hands open. He’d said his piece, but the rest was up to Kimura. Unless…he had a thought. “If you’ll forgive me, sir, we might be missing the obvious…”
Shinji looked at him impatiently. “Continue.”
Captain Maalouf straightened himself. “You’ve told me very little about our…passenger, but from what I’ve seen…”
“Yes, yes—go on!”
“Perhaps we should hand her over.”
* * *
Captain Maalouf entered the bridge of the Corvette, followed closely by Shinji Kimura and his XO. “Did you contact Ms. Novak?” he asked the Communications Officer.
“She’s on her way, sir.”
“Good.” The captain dropped wearily into his chair. “Time?” he asked his XO.
“Three minutes, Captain.”
“Hail the Morrigan. Let’s see how Oslov wants to handle this.”
The officer keyed her console. In an instant, Oslov’s large face filled the forward viewing screen. “Cutting it close, Captain.”
Maalouf shrugged. “Exploring all possibilities.”
“Of course.”
“We’ll meet your demands, but I want assurances. The codes to that little Christmas present you’ve attached to my ship would be a good start.”
Oslov shook his head. “Afraid I can’t do that, Captain. Your ship outguns mine five to one. We’ll wait until we’re well away, and then we’ll send you the codes.”
Captain Maalouf spread out his hands. “And what exactly is stopping you from blowing us to bits, even if we do hand the girl over to you?”
Oslov leaned his large frame forward. “Absolutely nothing.”
Maalouf sat back, and exhaled loudly. “I see your point. Very well, we’ll extend our docking ring and wait for you to come alongside.”
Oslov chuckled. “Not going to happen, Captain. You’ll not come anywhere near my ship, not with that mine attached to your hull.”
Damn—but it had been worth a shot, Maalouf reasoned.
“You’ll transfer your Cargo by EVA.”
Maalouf’s eyes widened in surprise. “You want her to EVA over twenty-five thousand kilometers? I don’t think so.”
“What I want is for you to send her out in an EVA suit, and then back off ten thousand klicks. We’ll move in as you back away, then pick her up. Once the transfer is complete, I’ll transmit you the deactivation codes.”
Maalouf considered the proposal. It was as he would have done. Docking with the Agatsuma would be a foolish mistake, allowing his crew to board the smaller craft, possibly even blowing them to bits while cradled together. This way Oslov would keep his ship at a safe distance, allowing him to activate the mine if he sensed any duplicity on Maalouf’s part.
“Very well, Captain. She’ll be on her way in a moment.”
The captain signaled an end to the transmission and Oslov’s image winked out. Commander Tapert, who’d observed the exchange, leaned over. “He’s no fool—so far.”
“Let’s just hope our cargo is everything they seem to think she is.”
* * *
Sigrid stood by the airlock, stripped of everything but her underwear. Her clothes, weapons, even the earrings Ensign McTeer had given her had been taken from her, as ordered by the captain of the Morrigan. Shinji Kimura and Ensign McTeer stood by observing as two EVA technicians helped her into the bulky pressure suit and adjusted the boots around her feet and ankles. Sigrid noted the distress on Karen’s face as she looked worriedly at her new friend.
“Is this really necessary?” Ensign McTeer asked, frowning at Sigrid’s state of undress. She was protectively trying shield Sigrid with her discarded clothes but was just getting in the way.
“Those were our instructions, ma’am. She’s not allowed to take anything with her. The instructions were quite specific.”
“I’m very sorry about this, Ms. Novak,” Shinji said. “I’d intended to present you to my mother before anything like this happened. We hoped to complete your training on Aquarii before asking you to undertake any field operations. It appears your first mission is coming just a bit sooner than anticipated.”
Sigrid pulled the pressure suit up over her waist, hooking her arms into the shoulders before zipping it up over her chest. “Don’t worry, sir. I’ll manage.” The words echoed strangely brave in her ears. But wasn’t this like just another exercise? Rosa loved to concoct elaborate scenarios when training the girls. Sigrid wondered what he would think of this one with all its caveats.
Shinji and Ensign McTeer briefed her as much as they could. She knew the ship was in peril, and the lives of everyone on board depended on her. The captain had little choice but to surrender her to the Morrigan. Failure to do so would result in the destruction of the Agatsuma. If they were lucky, once they had Sigrid on board, the captain of the Morrigan would transmit the deactivation codes. If they were lucky…
But Captain Maalouf was concerned that Oslov had no intention of deactivating the mine. If the permit was indeed a fake, if Dalair was acting in violation of Guild Law,
then eliminating the Agatsuma and its ship full of witnesses would make sense. They needed Sigrid, but the rest of the crew was only a liability. It would be imprudent to gamble on Oslov’s sense of honor allowing them to live. The captain was emphatic; Sigrid would have to take the small Scout Vessel and persuade Oslov to release both herself and the Agatsuma—all without blowing them to bits while doing so. It was desperate, ludicrous even, but there seemed to be no other option.
One of the techs held up the suit’s controller, pointing at the array of buttons. “This looks a little tricky at first, but it’s really a cinch.”
Sigrid donned the helmet and linked the suit’s control system to her PCM. “It’s okay.” She tapped the suit’s helmet and winked. “I got it all in my head.”
“Looks a bit big, don’t you think?” Karen said, eyeing the bulky suit, which was clearly intended for someone larger.
The tech frowned. “It’s the smallest we got. It’s all sealed and secured, though.” He nodded to Sigrid. “You’ll be fine.”
Sigrid had already checked the suit’s seals and knew everything was in the green. She gave the thumbs-up signal and stepped into the airlock.
Karen leaned forward, raising her voice, unnecessarily. “Remember—I’ve uploaded the Morrigan’s schematics to your PCM. You should be able to deactivate the mine from either the bridge or the auxiliary systems in the engineering section.” She stepped back out of the way, just as the lock-door slid shut behind her.
Sigrid listened to the sound of the air cycling out. It grew ominously quiet; her own breathing inside the suit’s helmet was all she could hear now. She turned in time to see the outer door opening. Sigrid had never seen such a sight. She couldn’t believe there were so many stars. Even on Alcyone, where there were no city lights to dampen the view, nothing had compared with this. There was little time to appreciate the view though, so Sigrid refocused on her task.
It was an odd-feeling to step out of the airlock and into space. It was difficult to believe she wasn’t going to find herself tumbling down away from the ship, but as she pushed away, she floated freely in the vacuum.
Sigrid had never experienced weightlessness, but her enhanced physiology, her reengineered genetics, even her bionic systems, adjusted in unison; she had no difficulty orienting herself and she felt no sense of vertigo. The Morrigan was marked in her HUD and she could already see it moving closer while the Agatsuma zipped quickly away behind her. Using the thruster-pack, she oriented herself to face the small scout ship moving toward her. It was bearing down on her fast—very fast. Sigrid reached for the thruster controls, ready to blast out of the smaller ship’s path, but then it slowed as it maneuvered in close to her.
It was a sleek-little ship, perhaps fifty meters in length, with a long, pointed nose. Its massive stern thrusters made up much of its bulk. She caught a glimpse of its forward viewport and bridge before the craft spun sideways and positioned itself beside her. A small airlock door slid silently open. She jetted toward it, then entered carefully, making sure her feet were positioned properly as the ship’s gravity took hold of her. She monitored the atmosphere cycling in—there was something wrong with the oxygen content.
Gas.
They were gassing the compartment.
A deep voice boomed loudly in her helmet. “Welcome aboard. Please remove your helmet and suit.”
* * *
Crewman James Skinner pulled the breather down over his face and hefted the riot gun they’d given him. Four other crewmen and the ship’s XO stood next to him. All wore breathers, but the others were only armed with stun pistols. He couldn’t understand what all the hype was about. He’d handled several prisoner transfers before, all perfectly—if he said so himself—and with far fewer precautions than they were taking now. What a load of fuss for just one little girl. He had to laugh. Pussies…
And the riot gun was a bit extreme. It fired an electrically charged net that would pin and pacify anyone unlucky enough to get hit with the thing. But why even bother with it; they’d already gassed the airlock. The girl would pass-out when she removed her EVA gear. If she refused they could always blast her back out into space, although killing her would lose them the bounty and all of their bonuses.
That wasn’t going to happen.
The XO looked through the small window in the airlock door, staring down at Sigrid’s unconscious body. “She’s out,” he said, signaling to the crewman by the airlock to open it up.
All the men stood ready, weapons raised as the door slid open. Seeing the girl sprawled out on the floor of the airlock, Crewman Skinner lowered his riot gun. What was the big deal?
The XO signaled the medic forward. He bent, checking Sigrid, first her pulse and then both her eyes, lifting each eyelid. He nodded to the XO. “Totally out, sir.”
“Pump her.”
“Don’t need to—she’s gone.”
XO Keller considered, then dismissed his medic’s advice. “Do it.”
The medic shrugged, took a small syringe from his waist pouch and stabbed Sigrid’s thigh.
Only then did the XO lower his own weapon. “All right, let’s take her to the brig.” He checked his wrist monitor—the environmental systems had pumped the last of the gas out. He pulled the breather off his face and took a deep breath. He hated wearing those things.
The quinuclidinyl-benzilate they’d dosed her with left Sigrid feeling quite nauseous, especially when the medic had followed it up with the sedative. He’d given her enough to put a horse out for a day. Sigrid did her best not to retch and kept her breathing low while the billions of nanomites scattered to combat all the drugs they’d pumped into her. Sigrid’s bionics worked to keep her pulse low and steady, leaving little reason for them to suspect she wasn’t completely down for the count.
Either Keller was paranoid, or just overly cautious, because he had another crewman tie her wrists with a set of plastic binders.
Great; just what she needed.
They were taking her to the brig. She knew from the schematics loaded into her PCM that their route would take her in the vicinity of the Engineering section, one deck below.
The crewmen charged with handling her had a bit of a time passing her down the ladder to the lower deck. One crewman held her hands, lowering her down to two more crewmen below, who gathered her up in their arms. Even with her eyes closed, her sensory modules picked up the men’s reactions as they handled her nearly naked body. She hadn’t anticipated this as affording a distraction, but the young men seemed to be concentrating far more on her rear than the task at hand.
While they carried her, Sigrid took stock of the crew’s location on the small ship. Five crewmen had accompanied her down toward the brig, and four more manned the engineering section. That only left three, presumably on the bridge.
They were approaching the brig. Sigrid knew she couldn’t let them lock her inside. If she were lucky, the captain of the Morrigan had already transmitted the deactivation codes for the mine, but Sigrid had to assume it was still live. The auxiliary control center was only ten meters down the corridor from her current position.
Now was the time.
Sigrid slitted open her eyes. Two crewmen gripped her arms on both sides; the one on her right held a riot gun; he also had several gas grenades clipped to his belt. Perfect. She held back a smile.
Sigrid bent her knees and sprang to her feet. She hooked her trussed-up wrists over the first man’s head, spun him around and threw him into the body of the other man who’d held her a moment before. Both crashed heavily into the wall. It was a simple matter to relieve the crewman of his riot gun; she snapped it out of his hands as he fell, off-balance.
Three crew charged at her from the direction of the engineering section and she fired, watching the net spread out as it pinned the crewmen to the bulkhead. They spasmed—quite satisfyingly, Sigrid thought. She winced at their cries as the power-pack discharged its potent dose of electricity.
Her sensors registered a wa
rning. Sigrid ducked and rolled under the stun-charge that whizzed past her head. In one fluid motion, she liberated two of the gas grenades from the felled crewman, pulled the pins and rolled one down each direction of the corridor. Only the XO had time to get his breather back on his face, but in his haste he dropped his stun pistol. Sigrid stepped in next to him and yanked the mask off his face; he took one panicked, short breath and slumped to the grated, metal floor.
Sigrid tossed the breather aside. The nanomites in her system could probably handle the gas, but she was still feeling nauseous from the earlier gassing, so she held her breath. She could hold it for six minutes easily enough. She relieved an unconscious crewmen of his knife, cut herself free from the binders and massaged her chafed wrists. The brief skirmish had lasted just under sixteen-seconds. She scanned and detected no alarms. Good. Sigrid did a quick count; all five of her escort were down, along with three of the engineers; she realized there was one remaining and cursed.
She peeked into the cramped Engineering Room, but there was no sign of him. That meant he was either on the bridge or her information was wrong. The Auxiliary Controls were in front of her. She moved to the console, where her PCM searched and found the correct network access, linking her directly to the ship’s systems. A number of security protocols tried to block her access as she worked her way through the firewalls. Suko would be better at this, she thought. Suko was always better at decryption.
It took longer than she’d have preferred, a little less than a minute, but she finally managed to break through the security and found the deactivation codes for the mine. She breathed a deep sigh as she confirmed they hadn’t tried to detonate it yet. Her efforts had so far gone unnoticed on the bridge, but that would change shortly.
Sigrid stifled a giggle as she fed a worm-hack into the control systems—this was a little mischief Suko had shown her. It was fast-acting and, if it worked, would keep any of the command crew from doing anything until she could gain full control of the ship.
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